The good news: I didn’t sleep with him.

The bad news: I didn’t sleep with him.

Aaron Patterson.

The wealthiest man in NYC. Devil in a three-piece suit.

The alpha of all alphas.

The first time I met him, he turned my knees to jelly with the way he looked at me.

The next time I see him, he’s threatening to take over my family business.

Are you kidding me? I’m so mad—I could strangle him.

But I’m a New York girl at the top of my game,

And I’ll be damned if some smug gazillionaire intimidates me.

To my surprise, he offers a solution:

My company in exchange for an arrangement.

He needs a fake girlfriend, and I fit the bill.

Okay, fine. I’ll pose as his "loving" girlfriend.

Anything to stop my nemesis from ruining my legacy.

The rules are clear.

#1. No kissing.

#2. No sex.

#3. No stealing my business out from under me.

I’ve got this—I’m 100% not going to be dumb and fall into his sheets.

But much as my mind says “Hell no,” my body decides it doesn’t give a damn.

His gorgeous eyes. His sizzling hotness.

Suddenly, I can’t keep my mind off of him.

Or my hands.

How did I end up in his bedroom?

I’m in big trouble.

Falling for him wasn’t part of the deal.

And all bets are off now.

His Fake Girlfriend